And there was a dark-haired maid there, and she reported the matter to Fair Sun, Prince Vladímir, and said: [[51]]
ДА СОБРАНЪ-ТО БЫЛЪ ПОЧЄСТНОИ ПИРЪ.
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“O Fair Sun, Prince Vladímir! When Ilyá of Múrom was in my kitchen, he dragged about the coat of marten fur; yes, and he said to the fur coat:
“Just as I drag this fur coat about, so will I drag Prince Vladímir about by his yellow curly hair, and, just as I pour strong drink upon the fur coat—yes, he himself said it to the fur coat—the Fair Sun, Prince Vladímir’s hot blood shall be poured out by my white hands.”
And the Fair Sun, Prince Vladímir, grew angry, and he cried out in a loud voice:
“Come, my strong and mighty heroes, take Ilyá away to the dungeon, and put an iron grating there and cover it over with logs of oak; yes, and bury him with yellow sand.”
And the heroes came to Ilyá and said:
“Now, old Cossack, Ilyá of Múrom! Fair Sun Vladímir, the Prince, has ordered us to put thee in a deep dungeon, and to put an iron grating there, and to cover it all over with oak logs, yes, and to bury thee with yellow sand.”